[He doesn't need words; it wouldn't get through anyway. Alec's stubborn. Too quick to shield up his defenses and it's a tough shell to crack. So Greed turns to the usual(s); to a language he understands and his nails slip away from his rib cage, moving down to rake nails up a thigh. To smooth a thumb against a protruding hip. He can hear the other hitch a breath when he bites and the Sin's laughter is muffled against Alec's skin. Forming with heat that puffs out like a breath in the dead of winter. It's warm, hot; toxic and noxious.]
[Just like its owner.]
[He doesn't stay, doesn't pause. Not for a beat and his hand slips between his own-spread thighs to cup Alec between his. For a moment, he merely holds the tips of his nails there. Tracing outlines against a cock, humming softer as he does so. It's easier this way. Without words, without the need to chase every bold-spat answer with a quip of his own.]
[Greed releases his teeth. Pulling back as his thighs sink to either side of Alec and his eyes are alight. Pupils thinned, grin wide. He rocks back onto the balls of his feet, shoving in deeper. It's then that he takes Alec in the palm of his hand. Wrapping finger after finger around his length and tugging in rhythm with the slow-roll buck of his hip.]
Maybe. But you already know it's too late for that, right? [One eye narrows and it's a sneer he's sporting. Sharp and deadly. Alec knows - he has to. He's already been claimed. Marked and treated as one of his own.]
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[Just like its owner.]
[He doesn't stay, doesn't pause. Not for a beat and his hand slips between his own-spread thighs to cup Alec between his. For a moment, he merely holds the tips of his nails there. Tracing outlines against a cock, humming softer as he does so. It's easier this way. Without words, without the need to chase every bold-spat answer with a quip of his own.]
[Greed releases his teeth. Pulling back as his thighs sink to either side of Alec and his eyes are alight. Pupils thinned, grin wide. He rocks back onto the balls of his feet, shoving in deeper. It's then that he takes Alec in the palm of his hand. Wrapping finger after finger around his length and tugging in rhythm with the slow-roll buck of his hip.]
Maybe. But you already know it's too late for that, right? [One eye narrows and it's a sneer he's sporting. Sharp and deadly. Alec knows - he has to. He's already been claimed. Marked and treated as one of his own.]
[And he wouldn't really have it any other way.]